I have so many stories about Ken, i don't know where to start. But the ones that stick out most in my mind are the many hunting and fishing trips me and Ken went on. He would love to go hunting with me and my brother Brian and afterwards we would go to my Moms home in Nelson and sit around the table talking about our day hunting or fishing. Mom would always have homemade bread in the oven and Ken would love the smell of the baking in the house. Who ever sit in the chair at the end of the table would have to tell a story about who lost the biggest fish or missed getting a deer or whatever.  Ken would laugh at who would get the chair first and tell the wildest story. He would call it the bull.... chair. You cold hear him laugh all over the house. My mom would get the biggest kick out of him.  I certainly miss our times together. Many fond memories of him.  R.I.P. Buddy you are greatly missed.  Ron Corcoran